A bucket of chicken.

I don’t know why I even bother trying to write fiction. Real life is so much more interesting.

nicole:  hahahaha

nothing surprises me anymore
we had a patient
i didn’t take care of her
but she was SOOO big
that she had to pay her neighbor
with a bucket of chicken
to hold her legs
so she and her husband could have sex
that is how she got pregnant
i can’t even make that up
a bucket of chicken
 Sent at 11:59 AM on Monday
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